Some media inspires, deep down, the feeling that you are communing with something that will be with you forever. Usually, it sneaks up on you. If you are still reading, there’s a chance you’ve felt this with games. But when credits rolled the first, second and third time on “Deathloop,” I didn’t feel it. As I write this, I still don’t. I have no specific qualms with “Deathloop.” It is compelling and, as an object, near-impeccable. But even as it grew familiar, it did not move me in that deep, essential way.